[Thrawn Trilogy] - 02(96)

He saw, all right. She could tell that much from the way he was looking at her. What he thought of it she didn’t much care. “I can feel the evidence of his death,” she told him. “It’s not pleasant. Let’s get this over with so I can get out of here.”

His lip quirked, perhaps at her assumption that she would in fact be leaving the Chimaera. “Very well. Let’s begin with some proof of who you were.”

“I gave the Adamant’s captain a high-level recognition code,” she reminded him.

“Which is why you’re here instead of in a detention cell,” Thrawn said. “The code isn’t proof in itself.”

“All right, then,” Mara said. “We met once, during the public dedication of the new Assemblage wing of the Imperial Palace on Coruscant. At that ceremony the Emperor introduced me to you as Lianna, one of his favorite dancers. Later, during the more private ceremony that followed, he revealed to you my true identity.”

“And what was that private ceremony?”

“Your secret promotion to the rank of Grand Admiral.”

Thrawn pursed his lips, his eyes never leaving her face. “You wore a white dress to both ceremonies,” he said. “Aside from the sash, the dress had only one decoration. Do you recall what that decoration was?”

Mara had to think back. “It was a small shouldersculp,” she said slowly. “Left shoulder. A Xyquine design, as I remember.”

“It was indeed.” Thrawn reached to his control board, touched a switch; and abruptly, the room was filled with holos of shouldersculps on ornate pillars. “The one you wore is somewhere in this room. Find it.”

Mara swallowed, turning slowly as she looked around. She’d had literally hundreds of fancy dresses for her cover role as a member of the Emperor’s entourage. To remember one particular shouldersculp out of all that:

She shook her head, trying to clear away the unpleasant buzzing sensation that hovered deep in her mind. She’d had an excellent memory once, one which the Emperor’s training had made even better. Focusing her thoughts, fighting upstream against the disquieting aura of this place, she concentrated : “That’s it,” she said, pointing to a delicate filigree of gold and blue.

Thrawn’s expression didn’t change, but he seemed to relax a little in his seat. “Welcome back, Emperor’s Hand.” He touched the switch a second time, and the art gallery vanished. “You’ve been a long time in returning.”

The glowing eyes bored into her face, the question unspoken but obvious. “What was here for me before?” she countered. “Who but a Grand Admiral would have accepted me as legitimate?”

“Was that the only reason?”

Mara hesitated, recognizing the trip wire. Thrawn had been in command of the Empire for over a year now, and yet she hadn’t approached him until now. “There were other reasons,” she said. “None of which I wish to discuss at this time.”

His face hardened. “As, I presume, you don’t wish to discuss why you helped Skywalker escape from Talon Karrde?”

YOU WILL KILL LUKE SKYWALKER.

Mara jerked, unsure for that first frozen heartbeat whether the voice had been real or just in her mind. The strange buzzing intensified, and for a moment she could almost see the Emperor’s wizened face glaring at her. The image grew clearer, the rest of the room beginning to swim before her eyes :

She took a deep breath, forcing calmness. She would not fall apart. Not here; not in front of the Grand Admiral. “It wasn’t my idea to let Skywalker escape,” she said.

“And you were unable to alter that decision?” Thrawn asked, the eyebrow lifting again. “You, the Emperor’s Hand?”

“We were on Myrkr,” Mara reminded him stiffly. “Under the influence of a planet full of ysalamiri.” She glanced over his shoulder at the ysalamir hanging from the nutrient frame behind his chair. “I doubt you’ve forgotten their effect on the Force.”

“Oh, I remember it quite well,” Thrawn nodded. “It’s their dampening of the Force, in fact, that proves Skywalker had help in his escape. All I need to know from you is whether it was Karrde himself who gave the order, or others of his group acting independently.”

So that he would know where to focus his revenge. Mara looked into those glowing eyes, beginning to remember now why the Emperor had made this man a Grand Admiral. “It doesn’t matter who’s responsible,” she said. “I’m here to offer a deal that’ll clear the debt.”

“I’m listening,” Thrawn said, his face neutral.